somehow, when I heard the news, all I could remember was Bob sitting on that big stinky couch next to the stand by the door of CBGBs with his head tucked into his overhanging arm, always out of human contact, nearly invisible, trying so hard to be so, quietly listening to the trashing of guitars just over my shoulder and beyond. It took months before he sheepishly looked up to me to give him the OK sign to go past what must have seemed to him this gigantic expanse between , as what little Anthony said, the outside looking in. Once past this threshold he grew in height, his glasses mysteriously went black and all of mankind was rewarded for his brave steps. I feel him watching again, now...bye baby, love, deerfrance